Clint wasn’t as tired as he thought. His manhood had already begun to harden. The Gunsmith slowly ran his hands over Marsha’s silken flesh. Her arms snared his neck and pulled him closer. Their lips crushed together, tongues probing eagerly.
“You’re probably surprised,” Marsha began, purring with pleasure as Clint’s mouth moved to her breasts, “to find me here. ”
“There’s no need to explain anything you don’t want to, Marsha,” he replied. His hands moved to her thighs as his lips continued along the length of her belly, his tongue dragging across her flesh.
“Well, I . . . I . . . told you I’d just need . . . some time,” the girl said, her sentence interrupted by gasps in response to Clint’s skillful tongue which licked and probed at the blonde triangle between her thighs. “And I decided . . . I’ve had . . . enough time . . . Ohhh! Clint!”
The Gunsmith mounted her and Marsha quickly steered his stiff erection into her love chamber. Clint entered slowly, gently rocking his member back and forth within Marsha. She clung to him, wrapping her long, strong legs around his hips, locking the ankles together in a firm hold.
Clint thrust harder. She moaned and sobbed with joy and begged for more. The Gunsmith obliged, driving his hungry cock deeper, increasing the speed of each lunge until Marsha bucked and convulsed in a wild orgasm. Clint climaxed as well, pumping his seed into the center of her womanhood.
“Oh, Clint, ” Marsha sighed. “Can we please do it again?”
“Like I said before, Marsha, ” the Gunsmith whispered. “Don’t ask silly questions. ”
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